The Present Past



"Damn it, pet!" Logan snapped as Remy smart-mouthed him again. "Yer bein' awful tonight. Get in yer cage. Now!"

The Cajun's eyes went wide and he froze for a breath. "Sil vous plait, boss, non. Anyt'in' but that. Gag m', boss. Not de cage. Please." Remy went to his knees and folded down at his master's feet.

Logan grabbed him by his bangs. "Yer even collared, boy." He tossed him towards the closet. Remy opened the closet and crawled into the cage. Logan slammed the door of the metal carrier shut and locked it. Remy huddled in the corner. He'd hoped Logan's control would eliminate the growing fear in his stomach. He was wrong. The closet door closed, plunging him into darkness, making him think, imagine, remember.

Logan frowned, hearing tears. The Cajun was far too upset. He hadn't even been smug about being a pain in the ass, which was his usual response. Considering that the boy had just gotten back from some hush-hush assignment that Chuck had sent him on, it was probably time to talk to Scott. Logan left him in his cage. With his hands free he was more than safe enough.

*****

"What did ya do to my boy?" Logan rumbled at Scott. Scott looked at him quizzically.

"I haven't touched him."

"Must be Chuck's fault then."

Scott straightened. "It was just a routine assignment. There's some reports of kids going missing and he was getting the information from the cops."

Logan scowled. "He's freakin' on me, Cyke, and it ain't somethin' I'm doin'." He growled in frustration. "Kid's easy to read half the time and a brick wall the rest. He's gonna drive me nuts." Then, he sighed. "Guess I'll just pull him out and make him talk to me."

Scott raised his brows.

"Simple enough. I pull him out. Take off his collar and ask him a question."

"Where do you have him?" Scott was intrigued.

Logan smirked. "Got him a nice little cage in the closet."

"A cage?"

"Dog carrier. He fits well enough."

"I'll have to look into that." Scott was intrigued. A soft whine from under the desk made Logan blink. He hadn't even registered Jean's scent. He *was* distracted. Scott smirked at him. He crooked his finger. "Come take a look." Logan peered under the desk. Jean was immobilized there, with her mouth easily accessible.

"Always wondered why ya spent so much time in yer office."

*****

Logan opened the closet door and sat down in front of the cage in the lotus position. Remy was curled up in the corner of his cage, cheeks stained with tears. He dropped his eyes to the floor. "What's goin' on tonight, pet?"

"Je suis desole, boss. So sorry, me. Don' mean t' be difficult."

"Answer the question then, boy."

Remy winced. "Sorry. Just. . . " he gestured at the air in annoyance. "Ain't in control. There's this ball in the pit of m' stomach, boss. So scared that I'm gonna go crazy from it. There's this voice in m' head tellin' m' that he's comin' f' m'."

"Who, pet?"

"M' owner." The tears were glistening in the red eyes again. "De Antiquary's in town and he's collectin' again. Mebbe, it ain't the same homme, but it could be. An' I'm goin' crazy. Remy ran from him. He ain't gonna take that too good. He gonna be awful sore at Remy when he catch him."

"Ain't no one gonna touch ya, pet. Yer mine," Logan growled. Remy looked at him hopefully. Logan cocked his head. "Ya questionin' me, pet?"

"Non, boss, non. Never question m' boss." Remy shook his head, eyes wide.

"Yer gonna be spendin' the night in yer cage, but fer now, I'm gonna have some fun." Remy shivered at the tone of voice, mouth going dry in anticipation. Logan undid the heavy padlocks from the front of the cage. He snapped his fingers twice and Remy crawled out to his side. The thief looked up with big eyes. Logan snapped his fingers once and pointed down. Remy pressed his forehead to the floor, hands flat to the wood, knees spread, ass presented. Logan considered his options. He dropped the familiar ball gag in front of his pet. "Ya put on anythin' I drop in front of ya, pet, then get back in position."

Remy's fingers trembled as he gagged himself. He wanted Logan's hands doing it, but he didn't deserve that. He'd been a pain in the ass all evening and he knew it. He should have just told his lover he was feeling out of sorts. Instead, he'd acted out, asking to be punished. The cock ring and harness were already on. That was the first thing Logan did every night. Nipple clamps followed and Remy put them on without complaint. His teeth dug into the ball as he dropped back to the floor. Logan watched with smug satisfaction as his pet put himself further and further into the mindset. The life-sized dildo and a tube of lube were next. "Up yer ass, boy." Remy's eyes widened and he shook his head in mute appeal even as his fingers sought his fly and opened his jeans. "Don't test me, pet. I'll beat yer ass black and blue." Remy looked up with his best puppy-dog eyes as he slicked the dildo, but didn't further prepare his ass. He pushed until the tip was in, then, sat back on it and let his weight force him down onto it. He wriggled and fought the intruder. It wasn't like having a real cock in him. It had no emotion, no heat. It was just big and hard and cruel. It didn't care for him at all, not even as a lust object. He was sobbing openly, hoping Logan would show mercy. Years later, it was seated deeply. He folded back into position without pulling up his pants and got ten smacks of Logan's hand for the mistake. He pulled his jeans up, tucked himself in and closed up. The press of the jeans against the dildo drove him mad. He squirmed at the feeling of being split and filled.

A wide black posture collar was next. Remy panted. He put it on over the soft brown leather he was wearing for the night and buckled it shut. He folded down as well as he could. Eyes closed. The blindfold came next. Remy put it as tightly as he could manage. Logan took out the ball-gag and replaced it with his cock. Remy sucked automatically, enjoying the contact, the flavor, everything about it. His hips rocked, and he was fucking himself on the dildo. He was being taken at both ends. He moaned around the cock. The nipple clamps burned. Logan's hand tangled in the silky hair. He came and Remy swallowed every drop. The thief was lost in the maze of sensations. He didn't think he'd ever been so fully filled without movement. Logan tugged on his pet's nipples, swallowing the scream with a probing kiss.

"Up." Remy rose to his feet. Logan held the nipple clamp firmly. He used it like a leash and Remy tried to get away from the sensation, following when he couldn't get free. He sat the thief down on the floor in front of the couch, back against the hassock. He fastened Remy's ankles to the legs of the couch. Forcing him into the splits. His wrists were secured to the same point. The posture collar forced his chin up. Logan put in a ring gag to make his mouth useful. He sat down, straddling the boy carefully, settling his legs up on the hassock. He watched the news with one eye and his pet with the other. The tears were gone now, arousal replacing their scent. He eased forward and slipped his cock into the open mouth. He fucked the sweet mouth and came.

Oh bon Dieu it was good like this. His arms and thighs ached a bit, but he wasn’t stretched too far. He could open himself further if he needed too. His ass was full. His mouth was full of hard flesh. He could smell Logan, feel his arousal, his pleasure, his love. And it was love. Even if Logan never said the words, Remy knew that feeling. The corduroy of the couch jostled the nipple-clamps and his moaned. He wanted to come so badly, but he wanted to please his boss. Logan tasted so good and Remy wanted more of him. Without the use of his tongue, he couldn't catch the droplets of semen that clung to his lips.

After using the boy's mouth once more, Logan freed him from his position. He led him to the closet. He swiftly bound the Cajun with his arms crossed straightjacket style across his chest. He tied the ends of the rope to the nipple clamps. Remy whimpered when he tried to move his arms. The ring gag was changed for the ball-gag once more. Remy mewled as Logan pushed him into the cage. He knew where he was. Then, the rope was securing his legs from ankles to knees. His legs were pushed into the cage as well and the door clinked shut. Two sharp clicks later and Remy knew he was secured. "Sleep well, pet." Logan left the closet door open. He wanted to be able to watch his pet submit.

Remy wriggled, feeling the rubber move. He couldn't fuck himself with the dildo. He didn't have that much movement. His cock was brutally hard and he needed to come so badly he'd kill for it. He writhed until he was curled up on his side. His hands were useless. He relaxed as best he could and sensed Logan's approval. The feeling made him feel practically gooey inside. He examined his own feelings. Did he love his boss? Yes, totally. Was he scared? Not really. Logan had him under control. He was safe. He smiled around his gag. Eventually, he actually slept.

Logan grinned as the Cajun's breathing evened out. "That's my good boy," he whispered, then settled down to sleep himself.

FINIS

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